VIC MENSA, Chance The Rapper - Suitcase lyrics
[VIC MENSA, Chance The Rapper - Suitcase lyrics]
In my suitcase
It's not a suitcase, more of a briefcase
I be on binness
And my new place isn't a duplex
More of an escape, I been gone trippin'
Kiss the kids and kick the
Dogs, fix the dinner, fix the faucet
Wash the dish and wish for rain and when it
Pours make sure in the midst of all
You don't forget to call me to come back
Pardon me on that, I was too young
You was young too but uh, I was too young
What you want me to say? I'm a deadbeat dad
All the sex we had was my fault?
The checks she had wasn't enough to get by
It's my fault?
I bought, a new suitcase, I be gone trippin'
Only briefly, probably wrong decision
But, I can do it later if he got game
Oh, now he trippin'
Got his own case, he dippin'
Run like your Pops, junior
Out of state feels great but
It's good to be home
Lookin' at the crib through the window
Sometimes the littlest things in life don't
Seem so big 'til you're grown
Take it for granted
Cement footsteps smoke rings rotate
With the planet and the plan is spend it
All before the market crash
"Oh Shit, red alert, panic!"
Somehow the fuel in the left wing
Leaked and we all went down
And my seatbelt be tight enough
To keep me wired
Up with a plane spiralin' off in the clouds
And was lost in the dust
But they scooped me up
In a cup and dumped me off in a pile
Blow me in the wind, over the mountain
Would I owe my accountant?
What if they only found my suitcase?
Would I be on Newsweek?
What if I was a newlywed with
A newborn of 2 weeks
And my flight to the UK crashed in the Yukon
And I woke up on a distant beach
With a peach in my mouth
Sand in my hair, and no shoes on where am I?
Hit the road Jack, don't you come
Back no more, no more, no more
Hit the road Jack, please, come
Back one more, one more, one more iGH!
Every other day is a trip, another suitcase
Ah flying high with gray skies and my
Suitcase, been gone for 2 days, ah
Packed my memories in the
Bag, inside my suitcase, take it to the UK
Somewhere on the clouds
Flying high in a dream
It's not a suitcase, more of a briefcase
I be on binness
And my new place isn't a duplex
More of an escape, I been gone trippin'
Kiss the kids and kick the
Dogs, fix the dinner, fix the faucet
Wash the dish and wish for rain and when it
Pours make sure in the midst of all
You don't forget to call me to come back
Pardon me on that, I was too young
You was young too but uh, I was too young
What you want me to say? I'm a deadbeat dad
All the sex we had was my fault?
The checks she had wasn't enough to get by
It's my fault?
I bought, a new suitcase, I be gone trippin'
Only briefly, probably wrong decision
But, I can do it later if he got game
Oh, now he trippin'
Got his own case, he dippin'
Run like your Pops, junior
Out of state feels great but
It's good to be home
Lookin' at the crib through the window
Sometimes the littlest things in life don't
Seem so big 'til you're grown
Take it for granted
Cement footsteps smoke rings rotate
With the planet and the plan is spend it
All before the market crash
"Oh Shit, red alert, panic!"
Somehow the fuel in the left wing
Leaked and we all went down
And my seatbelt be tight enough
To keep me wired
Up with a plane spiralin' off in the clouds
And was lost in the dust
But they scooped me up
In a cup and dumped me off in a pile
Blow me in the wind, over the mountain
Would I owe my accountant?
What if they only found my suitcase?
Would I be on Newsweek?
What if I was a newlywed with
A newborn of 2 weeks
And my flight to the UK crashed in the Yukon
And I woke up on a distant beach
With a peach in my mouth
Sand in my hair, and no shoes on where am I?
Hit the road Jack, don't you come
Back no more, no more, no more
Hit the road Jack, please, come
Back one more, one more, one more iGH!
Every other day is a trip, another suitcase
Ah flying high with gray skies and my
Suitcase, been gone for 2 days, ah
Packed my memories in the
Bag, inside my suitcase, take it to the UK
Somewhere on the clouds
Flying high in a dream